Rows of emptiness, don't bother to clear the aisles.

I'll waive my rights but not my dignity, or maybe I already have--I keep losing track.

Traction.

I dreamt you were a dream then woke up in another dream.

The day is pale. She was not pale.

Heart.

She was like an overdose and I was like a junkie.

The walls, they hate me because I won't stop staring.

Did you sing me a song when you left me here? Was I at the top of your list? Or did you have better plans? Wild nights? Adorations, but none of them belonging to me.

Stir and maybe you'll get the answer you've been looking for.

Like someone else. All I wanted was a shrine.

Sick.

Love heals lepers.

Stop staring, I don't get any clearer.

Feint.

Summoned tommorow. Nothing will break. Tasks multiplying and all I can do is be sad. I don't expect your pity, I just expect you to shut up. To stop judging me when all I need is for people to be quiet so I can listen to the voices in my head. Start a band with them. Hang out at all the places they keep telling me about and then try to translate it all here so that you can judge me some more. I can put it anywhere really. Go tagging. Rent billboards. Look at me, I'm an artist they just forgot to put me in their books. Maybe next time. Maybe some day. I'll have it my way. Right away. The right way. Highway. Gotta drive to the judges table. They're waiting. They miss you. They put out notices just the other day. Just forgot to tell you.

I'm sad and it's o.k. that you don't care. Just don't forget to kick me on the way out so I can be angry later--it's what keeps me going.